Tahseen al Khateeb


GHASTLY LOOKS

O, the Inextinguishable desires!
For how long the fingers giving time to blow?
The soundless shallow shade of the deepening song
On the stove of your cold Solitudes
Into the dusk's late - hedgehog shadows
A naked ­huge sparrow laid his word
Where your eyeglasses
The only Inhaler of the gasping ink!

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